Over the hills and far away, if Dean knew what was good for him.
He didn't and that gave me just the edge I needed, put back a little spirit into me that wasn't whole-grain.
If I got out of this alive then he was looking at round three of the whole song and dance. We were square on the eyes now, but he owed me an arm and a gun. And I really loved that gun.
For now it was one step at a time and every step was an additional stumble. The floor was slick with blood like a fat cat's hair shining with grease. Even one good arm and two reluctant feet would only get me so far.
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Over the hills and far away, if Dean knew what was good for him.
He didn't and that gave me just the edge I needed, put back a little spirit into me that wasn't whole-grain.
If I got out of this alive then he was looking at round three of the whole song and dance. We were square on the eyes now, but he owed me an arm and a gun. And I really loved that gun.
For now it was one step at a time and every step was an additional stumble. The floor was slick with blood like a fat cat's hair shining with grease. Even one good arm and two reluctant feet would only get me so far.
"Give me a hand?"